Is it just me or has this week been on a rampage of speed??? I mean, really!! I don’t think I’ve ever had a week fly by as quickly as this last one has. And the really sad thing is that I’ve posted only once this week . . . wow. Does that tell you, oh blog world, how busy I have been with work?
So I have to rant for a second, and I appreciate you allowing me to do this, although you really have no say in it either way. I’m going to vent regardless; it just happens to be up to you whether you want to read it or not.
Being one-handed sucks. I feel deep, deep pains of sympathy for those who actually have to go through their entire lives with only one hand. I literally would be at a complete loss. But what sucks even more than being one-handed is feeling like an outcast in your own house.
You all know that A has been working on our basement for the past few weeks. If you happen to follow me on Twitter, you also know that he has been getting help from one of his friends . . . who also happens to spend then night quite frequently during the week.
I, quite frankly, just got tired of it after last week. Don’t get me wrong–I love the guy and we get along great. I have absolutely no qualms orquarrels with him. It’s just (and I’m sure you ladies out there know what I’m talking about) it seems when A gets around his friends, he . . . pays more attention to them than to me. Now that may come across as selfish and childish, but you also have to understand that A already practically spends the whole weekend with his guys and usually three week nights with them. He’s around them a lot. I don’t mind it; in fact, I kinda enjoy the time it gives me to myself.
So with that being said, maybe you can see how it might upset me at least a little when I have been getting home around 7 PM since I work late now and have to feel like I’m an outsider in my own house. The past few times his friend has stayed with us, I’ve gone and watched a movie by myself because they’re either playing video games on the main tv in the living room or just sitting around talking about things I don’t know about or people from their past that I have no insight on.
Due to that feeling, when A told me Monday that he was going to be staying once again at the house last night, I took matters into my own hands and decided to ask M if I could stay with her. For once, I actually felt more comfortable somewhere else than I probably would have at my own house.
A was a little upset when I first told him, mainly because I think he feels like I don’t like his friend or that I feel like his friend doesn’t like me. Totally not the case. In fact, this friend is probably someone I would be friends with regardless of having ever dated A.
I guess sometimes, I just need a break. And especially after having him stay four nights in a row two weeks ago thanks to the Snowpocalypse, I just really needed to get away for a night and not have to worry about anything. And I did just that.
Do any of you others out there who are in relationships have that issue sometimes?
